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ERIC,BILL,SOOKIE
Words: 729
PG
ERIC,BILL,SOOKIE
Words: 729
PG
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TRUE BLOOD
ERIC,BILL,SOOKIE
Words: 729
PG
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The head of the Tribunal slammed the gavel down followed by a thundering accusation, "William Compton you find yourself before us yet again. This time charged with the attempted ending of your High Sheriff of Area Five.
Bill wrapped in silver chains, flanked by two enforcers, glared over defiantly at the Viking sheriff's bored face.
"I demand to know who brought these charges."
"Silence. You have no rights here. And are in no position to make demands."
"I don't mind him knowing," a girlish voice came from the crowd and Sophie Ann stepped forward. "My spies in Area Five watched as Compton pushed his Sheriff into pouring cement and left him there."
Eric raised a brow wondering why the 'spy' hadn't assisted him as he struggled to escape. He turned to regard Bill. He'd have preferred to have dealt with him in his own way.
"How do you plead, William Compton?"
Bill realized Sophie Ann was punishing him for not following her strict orders about Sookie. He started to out Eric about Russell, but if the 'spy' had told her about himself then she knew about Russell. Hell, after what Russell did on National television they'd call Eric a hero.
"I am guilty."
"So be it. The Tribunal recommends you be staked immediately. Northman as this crime was perpetrated towards you; we leave his punishment to you. What are your wishes."
Eric smiled to himself. He <I>could</I> have Compton's life but opted for what he thought a much worse punishment for Compton. And judging by the way Bill cursed and fought the Tribunal's enforcers, he'd been correct.
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Sookie stood barefoot, dressed in her nightie in the back yard watching the activity in the cemetery.
She felt the fissure of awareness that always heralded Eric's arrival.
"Eric, what are they doing?"
"You knew Bill was going up before the Tribunal?"
"Because you turned him in," she accused.
"NO, I'd have dealt with Compton myself in my own time. It was Sophie Ann."
"The Queen?"
"The Tribunal wanted to end him."
Sookie gasped and grabbed his arm, "Eric, you didn't let them."
"No, I ask for mercy," a small lie.
"Tell me Eric," her hands circle his arm.
"Compton will be placed in a coffin wrapped in silver twined rope. Then buried where his human body is suppose to lie."
"For how long?"
"Only a hundred years. A blink when one has eternity spread out before him."
"a HUNDRED YEARS! How will he feed."
"He will not."
"But he'll suffer."
"That's the purpose of the punishment. In a hundred years the enforcers will release him."
"I will dig him up, myself, and set him free."
Eric jerked her against him just stopping himself from shaking her, "Understand Sookie, we are talking about Vampire Law, it was this or death. If you interfere the enforcers will hunt Compton down and destroy him. Do you understand. Even if you unearthed him his hunger would be so great he would not be able to stop himself from attacking and draining you."
"I understand," she remembered the trip from Mississippi with a hungry Bill. She'd almost died then. She wrapped her arms about Eric and sobbed. She had ended it with Bill but she didn't want him to hurt.
Eric held her close, gently rocking her as she sobbed. His Sookie was so tender-hearted. Now Sookie would be his. No one had claim on her.
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Sookie sat on the new turned grave before the century old headstone and talked to the Bill six feet below her in the ground. Sookie thought she would be a comfort when in truth Bill twisted in torment at her every word, knowing he'd never see her face or smell her sun-drenched skin or love her. The vampire in him was raged with the desire to drain her, her blood calling to him. He could smell her through the earth hear every word.
That Eric would claim Sookie he had no doubt. That in a hundred years Sookie would be dead or worse Eric would have turned her.
He prayed...prayed Sookie would stop coming to his tomb. If not he was afraid he would lose his sanity. Northman had known Sookie would bring Hell down on him.
Then one day Sookie did stop coming. And Bill found a new hell of wondering if Eric had turned her had she died?
When he had a flicker sanity in a mind broken with the pain of hunger and the need for Sookie and his hatred for the Viking.
<I>Sookie</I> was his last thought before he descended into total madness.
ERIC,BILL,SOOKIE
Words: 729
PG
<LJ-cut="HERE">
The head of the Tribunal slammed the gavel down followed by a thundering accusation, "William Compton you find yourself before us yet again. This time charged with the attempted ending of your High Sheriff of Area Five.
Bill wrapped in silver chains, flanked by two enforcers, glared over defiantly at the Viking sheriff's bored face.
"I demand to know who brought these charges."
"Silence. You have no rights here. And are in no position to make demands."
"I don't mind him knowing," a girlish voice came from the crowd and Sophie Ann stepped forward. "My spies in Area Five watched as Compton pushed his Sheriff into pouring cement and left him there."
Eric raised a brow wondering why the 'spy' hadn't assisted him as he struggled to escape. He turned to regard Bill. He'd have preferred to have dealt with him in his own way.
"How do you plead, William Compton?"
Bill realized Sophie Ann was punishing him for not following her strict orders about Sookie. He started to out Eric about Russell, but if the 'spy' had told her about himself then she knew about Russell. Hell, after what Russell did on National television they'd call Eric a hero.
"I am guilty."
"So be it. The Tribunal recommends you be staked immediately. Northman as this crime was perpetrated towards you; we leave his punishment to you. What are your wishes."
Eric smiled to himself. He <I>could</I> have Compton's life but opted for what he thought a much worse punishment for Compton. And judging by the way Bill cursed and fought the Tribunal's enforcers, he'd been correct.
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Sookie stood barefoot, dressed in her nightie in the back yard watching the activity in the cemetery.
She felt the fissure of awareness that always heralded Eric's arrival.
"Eric, what are they doing?"
"You knew Bill was going up before the Tribunal?"
"Because you turned him in," she accused.
"NO, I'd have dealt with Compton myself in my own time. It was Sophie Ann."
"The Queen?"
"The Tribunal wanted to end him."
Sookie gasped and grabbed his arm, "Eric, you didn't let them."
"No, I ask for mercy," a small lie.
"Tell me Eric," her hands circle his arm.
"Compton will be placed in a coffin wrapped in silver twined rope. Then buried where his human body is suppose to lie."
"For how long?"
"Only a hundred years. A blink when one has eternity spread out before him."
"a HUNDRED YEARS! How will he feed."
"He will not."
"But he'll suffer."
"That's the purpose of the punishment. In a hundred years the enforcers will release him."
"I will dig him up, myself, and set him free."
Eric jerked her against him just stopping himself from shaking her, "Understand Sookie, we are talking about Vampire Law, it was this or death. If you interfere the enforcers will hunt Compton down and destroy him. Do you understand. Even if you unearthed him his hunger would be so great he would not be able to stop himself from attacking and draining you."
"I understand," she remembered the trip from Mississippi with a hungry Bill. She'd almost died then. She wrapped her arms about Eric and sobbed. She had ended it with Bill but she didn't want him to hurt.
Eric held her close, gently rocking her as she sobbed. His Sookie was so tender-hearted. Now Sookie would be his. No one had claim on her.
***************************************************
Sookie sat on the new turned grave before the century old headstone and talked to the Bill six feet below her in the ground. Sookie thought she would be a comfort when in truth Bill twisted in torment at her every word, knowing he'd never see her face or smell her sun-drenched skin or love her. The vampire in him was raged with the desire to drain her, her blood calling to him. He could smell her through the earth hear every word.
That Eric would claim Sookie he had no doubt. That in a hundred years Sookie would be dead or worse Eric would have turned her.
He prayed...prayed Sookie would stop coming to his tomb. If not he was afraid he would lose his sanity. Northman had known Sookie would bring Hell down on him.
Then one day Sookie did stop coming. And Bill found a new hell of wondering if Eric had turned her had she died?
When he had a flicker sanity in a mind broken with the pain of hunger and the need for Sookie and his hatred for the Viking.
<I>Sookie</I> was his last thought before he descended into total madness.
